This morning I saw seagulls, Far from the sea Circling the moon I can not tell the type of day I'm walking in to - The Sun, on the other side, said it loved me But I have a stone in my shoe On the way to the station Change can be mysterious, it can be Frustration. I am far from the sea Circling the night - The only certain answer To a day of Question. LJ Ireton 2023
My favourite thing to do When I sit Under the Sun, Is close my eyes, Warm my face and Remember each place I have done this before. Because even across the water, Or with scenery so changed, Sitting Under the Sun, Is the one thing That feels the same. C. LJ Ireton 2020
Lioness, outside The Garden Not all is lost - my lion walks loyal beside us. She was where I lay my head under the low stars, in the uncomplicated, verdant heart of living; where ground-wings opened to pink and perfume ever-present. He called her Ariel. I call her Ari. She carries the star-thrum energy of earth newly created; all fire eyes and focus, yellow allegiance, claws on instinct. Whereas I - I can't stop thinking. I leave our tent; bark and stem like praying hands and rest on her sand-coloured fur - She is still the same; four-legged land of the horizon, muscles of vine and forehead of moss, a head that moves like water around a river bend - a moving, prowling garden. No, not all is lost. LJ Ireton, 2024
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